ah my sport, my sport, sometimes she defeats me. I tore or injured a leg muscle doing another sport and it came back to haunt me ce soir. I had to take an isolationist approach and couldn’t do any moves that involved a lunge in or out or anything with leg extensions.

That left me with the elusive back flip. Over and over and over the cheese yolk. With a dollop of fury it’s getting longer and stronger even though I was a bit legless.